“This is the place,” she told him.
Alex looked up at the sign that announced the store front. Tattoos and Piercing. Just another place, not unlike the other places he had visited with Nadia. She squeezed his hand now, and pulled him into the alley that ran alongside the small building. Once they were in the shadows, Nadia pressed him up against the cool stucco wall of the building. Her hands held his against the rough plaster, pinning him there while she brushed her lips against his neck.
“You’re sweating,” she murmured. Her pointed tongue ran up the prominent vein on the right side of his neck. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” he told her truthfully. Still, she removed the sunglasses he had been wearing and her eyes looked deeply into his.
“Yes, you are,” she smiled. “But this is making me very, very happy, Alex.” She stroked his neck with the tip of her nose, never letting his hands go. She could feel them beginning to shake. “Very happy,” she repeated.
He wanted to ask her what was going to happen, but knew better. She didn’t tolerate questions. His anticipation was building up to fear.
“Come on. Nobody’s in there. We can have the place to ourselves,” she told him, releasing him from the wall. She took his hand in hers again and guided him through the door.
It was antiseptically clean inside. A heavily tattooed man sat on a tool at a high table. There were thousands of tattoo patterns and designs displayed on the walls, of all varieties. And there were large binders full of more of the same. Nadia didn’t even bother looking, she knew what she wanted.
“Hello,” she said in her most husky voice. “We’re here for a little something.” Her words were punctuated by the tap tapping of her heels as she crossed the linoleum floor. She extended her hand to the man behind the table. “Are you the artist?”
“That would be me. You can call me Ted.”
“Well, Ted, I see you’re not too busy tonight.” She removed her own dark glasses, revealing glacial blue eyes. “I was wondering if you could recreate a little design I have here, and execute it tonight.”
“Sure. What have you got?” Ted asked.
“This,” she said, pulling a piece of paper from her small, black bag. She unfolded it and gave it to Ted.
“Hmm, not too complicated,” he mused. It was a crescent moon, with some elaborate, gothic initials inside of it, and a teardrop coming off the bottom point of the crescent. “You want color?”
“Black is fine, but the drop, make that red, if you please.”
“No problem.” Ted looked up at her and grinned. “Where do you want it?”
“Right here,” she said. Her hand slid from Alex’s, and stroked the inside of his thigh, high up, near his groin. “Not too big, about the size of a quarter, hmm?”
“Sure,” Ted said, smirking. The kid she was with was already decorated in a number or tattoos running up and down his arms. Poor guy looked like he was going to be sick. “You game for this pal?” Ted asked. He wasn’t going to put a tattoo on someone who didn’t want it.
“Yes,” Alex managed to croak out. He was sweating for real now. Shit. His arms had been painful enough, but now, this. Nadia’s hand hadn’t moved, he could feel its heat through his pants as she continued to rub his leg.
“Back there, then,” Ted said, motioning to a curtained doorway. “You can just drop your pants and get up on the table. It’ll take me a minute to make the stencil, then we can get to work.”
“How long do you think it will take to get this done?” Nadia asked. Her hand was still stroking Alex’s thigh, running along the crease of flesh where his leg met his groin. She smiled at him. He was naked underneath his pants, just as she had instructed. She nudged his cock with her thumb and felt it begin to harden.
“”Bout half and hour, maybe.” Ted noticed her feeling the guy up, all the while smiling congenially at him as if she were doing nothing. Damn. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to lock up for the night. It’ been slow and...”
“That’s fine,” Nadia told him. “Come on, Alex.”
There was a comfortable looking, leather bound table there, that could be tilted and bent into numerous positions. All of the paints and tools that Ted would be using were neatly spread out across a few surgical carts. Everything, very, very clean and shiny. Nadia led Alex to the table. Not once had he balked, which pleased her very much.
“Half an hour. That shouldn’t be so terribly bad, should it darling?” she asked. He’d gone quite pale under his typically swarthy complexion. He only shook his head as she backed him up to the table and began undoing the buttons of his pants. Her deft fingers had the fly opened in no time, slipping her hand inside and stroking his cock. It responded immediately, swelling against her palm. She loved the way his fingers were gripping the edge of the table behind him, going white at the knuckles. Once the tattooing began, they would be gripping even harder. “You’re being exceptionally good for me tonight, Alex. I won’t forget that,” she purred.
He was rewarded with a deep kiss. Her firm lips worked his open and her tongue darted into his mouth. For the moment, he forgot about what was going to happen, and enjoyed the taste of her. Then he felt her nudging his pants down.
“Take them off,” she told him, her lips brushing his as she said the words. She was smiling.
Alex couldn’t help but smile himself. He complied with her demand, stepping out of the baggy trousers after kicking his shoes off. He was almost completely exposed, only the tails of his oversized shirt hanging low covered his erection. Nadia was rubbing against him, her hand continuing to stroke his cock until her palm was smeared with the first few drops of his precum.
“You like this, don’t you?” she asked, pressing closer to him so that he had no choice but to mount the tall table.
“Yes,” he admitted. He loved it, the feel of her hand arousing him in this semi-public place, the thought that, at any minute, Ted might walk in, the anticipation of the reaction of this stranger to seeing him exposed and turned on. It all mixed together with the fear of the pain that was coming. He craved these experiences, but had never acted on them before he met Nadia.
She moved subtly, her hands gliding over his body, arranging him on the table to suit herself. The air in the room was cool against his bare legs. The leather felt slick beneath him. Very gently, she pulled his left ankle so that leg was outstretched. Then she walked around the bottom of the table and pulled his right knee to the side, exposing the skin on his thigh there. Her only mercy for him was tucking the ends of his shirt between his legs in an attempt to cover his erection. It only took a moment for Alex to realize that it accentuated it, the soft material outlining everything.
Nadia moved behind him and lifted his arms above his head by the wrists, pinning them tightly above his head for a moment to gently remind him who was in charge, then allowing him to grip the edges of the table as she adjusted it to the angle she wanted: reclining, yet giving him a view of what would happen.
“I’ll be right here,” she assured him. She was leaning over the back of the table, her lips in his hair. “I promise you, I won’t leave.” Her hands warmly stroked his, reaching down to caress his arms, gliding her fingers into the sleeves of his shirt. He was already beginning to shake.
“Nadia...,” he began, but a single finger across his lips silenced him.
“Shh.” She kissed him again. “It’s going to hurt terribly, sweetheart, but you can bear it for me, can’t you?”
Ted came into the room with the stencil. He didn’t really know what to make of the sight before him, but had seen enough strange shit not to question it. He sat on a stool and started preparing what he needed.
“This is going to itch later,” he told Alex as he began shaving the small area on his inner thigh before applying the stencil.
“I know,” Alex managed to say. Ted’s knuckles brushed his cock unintentionally, sending a small stab of pleasure through him. He knew the man couldn’t help it as he continued to work between his legs. Tracing the stencil was almost ticklish, but Alex barely felt it. All he could feel was the warmth of Ted’s hand. All he could think of was the actual procedure, the pain of the needles yet to come. Nadia was beside him now, watching intently.
“Here we go,” Ted said more to himself than his two customers. He gripped Alex’s thin thigh with one hand and began to trace the outline with a single needle gun.
The pain was excruciating. Alex grabbed the table with all the strength in his hands. His erection faded. The urge to leap up and run from the needle was great, but Nadia’s hand running through his hair, almost soothing him, made him stay. She was watching his face intently, watching his every reaction.
“It’s horrible, isn’t it?” she whispered to him so only he heard the question. How she loved the way he looked. Damp tendrils of hair against his neck, every vein straining, every muscle taut with the pain. His eyes were pleading wordlessly for her to make it end. They were welling up, but not spilling over. He bit his lip. Nadia traced his mouth with a finger. She dropped her mouth to his ear again. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she breathed. Her one hand slid into his shirt and began playing with his nipples.
Even through the pain he began to feel aroused again. Her hands massaged his chest, his neck, everywhere they could reach. The needle lifted for a moment, before starting in again. Alex arched and moaned quietly, just a tiny hum from the back of his throat.
“Is this too hard, darling?” she asked him. She held his face again, looking down into his eyes.
There was no way to answer her. A ‘yes’ would bring her wrath down on him after they left, a ‘no’ would urge her to press onward relentlessly, perhaps go further.
“Hmmm.” She continued to play with his nipples. They became very hard, just how she like to see them. Ted lifted the needle again, and swabbed the area he had worked on. Alex relaxed momentarily, and closed his eyes. “Ted, you do piercing, too, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking away for a moment.
“Alex would like to have his nipple pierced when you’re done.”
Alex’s eyes flew open as she pinched his right nipple to emphasize her words.
“Isn’t that right, honey?” she asked him.
He hesitated. Her nails raked his chest telling him that his hesitation would cost him later.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“Whatever ya want,” Ted mumbled, bending over to work again.
It seemed endless. The needle continued to inflict sweet torture on his leg while Nadia became more and more bold. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt, slowly teasing it back from his chest and exposing him to the stranger who was causing him agony.
“Gold or silver?” Nadia asked, toying with him again.
“Whatever you want,” he told her through clenched teeth.
“Silver,” she said, letting her nails bite into his flesh. It was nothing compared to what was happening to his leg.
The outline done, Ted took out another gun, this one with multiple needles, and pumped it full of red dye.
“Just a little more,” he said, and applied the needle to the teardrop, filling it in with color.
“Ahh,” Alex gurgled from the back of his throat. The sharp pressure made him almost rise up. He hadn’t been able to control his sounds.
“Be still,” Nadia commanded.
Immediately, Alex quieted. The needled gnawed at his skin and he remained stationary. Nadia felt him shaking, holding in his breath as he clenched his body to accommodate her. He had turned his head away, and she stroked his neck and head in sympathy.
When it was over, he practically fell back in a collapse.
“Perfect,” Nadia said, surveying the work. There were her initial and his, “A” and “N”, forever entwined, hidden from everyone but themselves. She ran a judicious finger over the brutalized area, feeling the swelling start. Alex laid there and breathed heavily while she performed her little inspection. “Perfect,” she repeated, with a satisfied smile. “Now, the ring, if you please.”
Ted moved behind the table and adjusted the back to a more upright position. Alex was shaking like a leaf now, drenched with perspiration.
The nipple ring went much more quickly. Ted swabbed on alcohol to make things more antiseptic, then put on clean gloves before pulling and stretching Alex’s cold nipple, pinching it downward before quickly pushing the sharp end of the ring through the skin.
Alex thought he would loose his mind. Even Nadia’s hand on his neck was little comfort for the humiliation and embarrassment he was feeling at having this strange man touching him so intimately. It was worse than the tattooing, when it had been so necessary for Ted to sometimes inadvertently brush up against his penis. This was something intentional, and Nadia knew how sensitive his nipples were, too. Then there was the pain; quick, intense.
Nadia bent to look into his downcast eyes, and saw the tears. Two tiny crystals at the corner of each eye formed as he stared blindly at his new adornment. She gathered one tear up with her finger tip and licked it, then she gingerly fingered the tiny silver ring that dangled seductively from his erect nipple. She couldn’t wait until she was able to tug at it, slip her finger through it and watch his eyes while she did.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Get dressed now.”
She left Alex to tend to himself while settling the bill, then left the place with him quickly. It was only a short walk to her car, then a slow ride to the beach house they were renting.
Alex remained still and silent for the duration, his arms hugging his shoulders as they made their way to the house. His nipple was aching, his leg on fire. It was so hard to control himself, to not burst into tears. He focused on the lock of the glove compartment, reliving the last hour over and over in his head, seeing Nadia’s triumphant expression as she had watched him. The memory of it excited him beyond belief. He could still feel his own fear and pain, but already the recollection was becoming tempered by the underlying excitement.
Nadia rested her hand on his unmarked thigh.
“You were exceptional, Alex,” she remarked as she pulled the car into the drive. She parked and turned to him, smiling warmly. “Truly exceptional.” She leaned over the shift, drew back his shirt, and pressed her lips to the metal that glinted in the lights from the house.
“Thank you,” he heard himself reply. She felt so good, her warm mouth and fingers resting on his chest over his heart.
“No. Thank you,” she conceded. She opened his door, then pulled away from him and exited the car. “Come on, I want to have a look at you now.”
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Nadia sat on the low ottoman watching Alex remove the few clothes he was wearing. He did it gracefully, slowly, to her liking. It had taken him along time to learn not to break eye contact, too, but he was wonderful at it now. She sipped a chilled glass of wine, examining every line, every cut of muscle in his slender body. When he was nude, she beckoned him closer with a gesture.
“Lift your leg, here,” she instructed. He rested his foot beside her, and she leaned her cheek on his right thigh. The tattoo was beautiful, by far and away the nicest one he had. The others had been by mutual choice, but this one belonged to her and her alone. “I love it,” she told him. She bent forward and kissed him just above his navel, licked the 69 pattern of the tattoo that circled it. His cock rose quickly, resting under her chin. She stroked it, making him shudder and moan.
A gentle pressure from her hands on his hips drew him down, until he was kneeling in front of her. Nadia cupped his lean face in her hands, traced his facial hair, the goatee, the mustache, the thin line of beard that circled his jaw. She touched the thick, soft eyelashes that framed his brown eyes.
“You know that I love you, don’t you?” she said to him.
“Yes,” he told her.
She continued to stare at him, moving his face this way and that, making him stand again. Her hands touched him, feeling his muscles quiver as she explored the body she already knew so well. Walking around him slowly, she left a trail of heat everywhere her fingers caressed him.
“I love you very much, Alex,” she murmured. She ran a single finger up his spine, ending at the base of his neck. Her hand cradled his head, tilting it back so she could kiss his throat. There was so much tension in his body from his effort to not move, to be perfectly still, that she thought he might snap.
Nadia softly moved a hand down his chest, caressing him, soothing him.
“You’re my treasure,” she told him, her middle finger pressing behind his neck so he lifted his head and looked at her once again. Very gently, she began fondling the nipple ring. She didn’t dare tug, or it would surely tear. Instead, her finger moved it slightly, lifting it and letting it drop again and again, then stopping to circle the tender skin there, only to begin again. The entire time her eyes never left his. “Are you truly mine, Alex?” she asked him.
“Completely,” he breathed. He was. He had never felt so much a part of another person as he felt about Nadia. When they were apart, which was often, he could think only of her, of how she made him feel, of how she knew him, inside and out. When they were together, he lost himself entirely. Nadia smiled at him. Her hand worked down his body until she held his turgid penis again.
“Is this mine?” she asked, starting to stroke him. He responded immediately, pressing into her palm and nodding wordlessly. Her other hand caressed his neck, moved down his back, and rested on the small curve of his bottom. He had the smallest, tightest bottom she had ever had the pleasure of touching. She cupped it now, first one side, then the other, admiring the softness of his skin before running a single finger between the cheeks. His body clenched. He still panicked when she touched him there. “And this, is this mine, too?” she questioned.
“All of me,” he admitted. It came out strangled, like a sob. He didn’t think he could stand there any longer waiting to see what Nadia was going to do to him, or bear it if she pushed her finger inside of him. All she did was release his cock, that strained painfully upward, hard against his belly. Her other hand remained on his ass, not moving, just that single finger teasing him with its presence.
“Relax,” she told him, seeing tears welling up in his eyes. She held his face, made sure that his eyes didn’t move from hers. Slowly, she pushed her finger forward, just touching his anus. He trembled violently. “Easy,” she whispered. She slipped the middle finger of her free hand into his mouth, watched as he obediently sucked it. Then she stood closely in front of him, pressing his erection between them. When she was satisfied it was wet enough she removed her finger from his mouth and reached behind him with both hands, embracing him with her arms as she opened his bottom with one hand and began easing her finger inside.
Alex groaned, unable to stop himself.
“Hold me,” she told him. He wrapped his shaking arms around her, gripping her waist and grinding his aching cock against her as she prodded further. She explored him, slowly inching into him until she could go no further. “So tight,” she told him, working her finger now, fucking him with it. “Am I inside you, Alex?”
“Yes.”
“Does it feel good?” she pressed.
“Yes.” His voice was less than a whisper.
“Good,” she said. Her finger made a steady rhythm now, plunging deeply, withdrawing until she only had the tip keeping him opened, plunging in again so quickly he cried out each time she did it. “Easy, easy,” she repeated, stroking the small of his back with one hand while she violated him with the other. Alex stared at her, unblinking, his beautiful brown eyes glistening blankly as she carefully pushed a second finger into his already tortured anus. His only response was to bite the inside of his lip. With each stroke of her fingers, he became more and more pliant, more accepting; eventually, he began subtly thrusting back against her hand. Nadia moved closer to him, embraced him as he capitulated to her will.
“That’s right,” she encouraged him, her lips moving against his cheek. She felt the brush of his long lashes on her face as he closed his eyes. His head fell to her shoulder. “Soon,” she purred. His cock seemed to swell more as it nestled between the two of them.
“Nadia, p..p..please,” he rasped. He was just one raw nerve. His fingers tangled in her robe, crushed the material.
Nadia slipped her fingers from inside of Alex, feeling his body convulse as he struggled to maintain control of himself. She rubbed her cheek against his. “I want you,” she told him, leaning against him until he sank down onto the bed, where he was pinned under her. Her mouth devoured his, tasted his tongue. She had whetted her appetite for him long enough. It had to be now, and right now. She had become so wet with wanting him her juices were running down her leg. With a quick thrust of her hips she took all of his rigid cock at once.
Alex arched under Nadia, groaning her name as she moved slowly above him. He wasn’t going to last, he was so close to cumming already, and her vagina was squeezing him tightly, pulsing all around him. Her hands rested on his chest, and he felt the ring finger of her left hand slip through the cold silver hoop in his nipple. A sweet jolt of fear ripped through him as he imagined her tugging her hand and tearing it out of him. The thought alone was enough. He let himself go, riding what seemed like an endless orgasm as he held her hips still and ground himself against her.
Nadia clutched his chest. The look of total abandon on Alex’s face, combined with the pressure of his pubic bone against her swollen clitoris, brought on the indescribable pleasure she sought. She continued to rub herself against him as she felt his erection fading inside of her, then slipped the ring from her finger before gently rolling off of him. Exhausted, they lay tangled in her robe.
Alex wrapped his arms around Nadia and pulled her closer to him. She nestled up to his side, her head on his shoulder.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” she asked him, absently stroking his chest.
“You,” he murmured, and pinched her nipple before they both fell into dreamless sleep.
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